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08-09-2008, 09:13 PM
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"Come as you are"
Join Date: May 2006
Location: Cincinnati, walnut hills
Age: 22
Posts: 2,165
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The Tired Tire
Newly abandoned tire, dropped in a ditch by accident
it didn't know it was rolling wrong, a flaw of its passiveness// Without its cars, it goes from priceless to lifeless Reality breaks it down quick in depression's vicegrips// It sits motionless, hope'in its just that day It can befriend some other car, and take its pain away// When the rain showers down and it sinks even lower All it can wish for is to be thrown upon a helping shoulder// Taken from its hole, even if its joy is soon lost Its happy just to be alive, before, again it gets tossed- -by depression, into a thicket as its plot thickens It begins to think its fate is foul and blood written// Barried by the bushes, now its rarely seen Its loosing touch with its soul Like its loosing touch with its roads// By any means, its desperate, fading and alone A worm is eating it inside, and it can't fight it on its own// All it wanted was companionship, even if it was abused And ran through rocky paths, as long as it was used// Now it ponders suicide as it gives up its chase Feeling like its only place of peace is deep in a lake// One day a familiar stranger came, and it didn't bother to try to fight'em off before it was thrown into water// Where no one will find'em, and no one can see'em But that road from its pain only leads to false freedoms//
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The dealer of hope is selling me lies Reasons to live are reasons to die, in disguise This life was never mine, the rivers never ran Cross your arms, its too late for helping hands Spit your pity elsewhere, there's no sympathy needed For one who's never alive, for one who's never completed (Bigot Hitman) http://www.wutang-corp.com/forum/sho...=25482&page=61 Last edited by Bigot Hitman; 08-09-2008 at 09:19 PM. |
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